Poems from Bvy
This nation is strange,
Possibly because it refuses to change,
That it's still arranged by those estrange,
The idea of an exchange for...
What happens to a voice postponed?
Does it close up,
Like the sound of a mother who lost her pup?
Does it lower in tone,
Like the sound of...
They bated me for the crime.
They asked me to take the bind.
Mama sitting in court dying from the lies.
Sister can't seem to get behind the...
It ain't a crime to be born fair skinned.
It ain't a crime if you grinned when a black boy sinned.
It ain't a crime if you try to taste a...
I think you have these things twisted,
Knowing the most that it was you who missed it,
You failed to realize what the list consisted,
So,...